The Wise Pachyderrn

Tis' hidden from the great and wise,
Just what a smart ass knows,
And I was astounded when I learned,
The truthful tail his record shows.

For despite the reputation,
Of being just a twit,
The bray betrays in such a way,
Of knowing quite a bit.

Twas he who saved mad Balaam,
From the righteous wrath of God.
For fools rush in on hob nailed shoes,
Where asses and angels fear to trod.

When Christ the Lord was born on earth,
When God became a man,
It took the ass to take them inn,
His humble stall brought forth God's plan.

So if anyone would ask you,
Just why an ass is smart,
The answer lies behind those eyes,
That take God's word to heart.

Are you blind or can you see,
The plan of God unfold?
Or will you fall like Balaam did,
Though by an ass you too were told?

For though this poem is silly,
Its message rings so true.
Mule it over in your mind,
What kind of an ass are you?

HEE HAW

This poem was a finalist in the February 2009 poetry contest